Who is this?
"It is An-a-f (he who bringeth his arm.). "As concerning 'the night when the
sentences of doom are promulgated,' it is the night of the burning. the
slaughter of souls."
Who is this [slaughterer of souls]?
"It is. the headsman of."[Concerning the invisible] some say that he is Aapep
when he riseth up with a head bearing upon it two heads."
Who are these Watchers?
Who is this greyhound-faced?
"Everlasting Devourer. he liveth in the Domain [of Fire] (the Lake of Unt).
Who is this Keeper?
Who is this?
"He to whom the Urrt Crown hath been given."
Who is this invisible?
Who is this?
"It is Waoremfojk himself."
"[Deliver thou the Aortmemris the scribe Ani, whose word is.] from the great
god
who carrrieth away souls, who eateth hearts, who feedeth upon offal, who
dwelleth in the Seker Boat"
AnalogX SayIt
Pitch 450
Speed 37
Modulation 0
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1. khømi: now that you are here. . . . . . listen to my song . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
oooooooyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyy gh a
ooooooooooooooooooeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyo . . . . . . .
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iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiii
2. khømi: do you understand? . . . . . . . do you hear? . . . . . . . . . . .
ooyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
oooooyyyyaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiii oeaaaaaaaap
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieieieieieeeiepieieiei
3. khømi: just like this . . . . .
sooooyyyyymymymyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaamaanaaaaaaaaakkaaaaaaaaaaaaq . . . .
. . .
.oooommmnmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmnmnmnmmnnmnnnnnmmmmmmmmammoooomow
mmemmmmomamoooooooooyyyyeeye
4. khømi: oyaaaagaaaaaaaooommmmmmmmdmmn
moaaaaaaaaaaaaiaiaiiiiiaaajjuuuuuuiuuueueua ommmmnammmoooooooooo . . . . . .
.
oomneeeeaaaaaaaauumoaaaaajajeijeaaaaooommmmmnnn
oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayaoaoaboak
Kan pitch fordobles - 900, 1350, 1800 - og skape harmonier?on every street
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Pitch 170
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Modulation 1700
Cascade 3
1. vers:
there's gotta be a record of you someplace . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
.
. you gotta be on somebody's books . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . the lowdown . . . . . a picture of your face . . . . . . . . . . .
.
. . . . . . . . . your injured looks
the sacred and profane . . . . . . . . . the pleasure and the pain . . . . .
.
. . . . . . . . . . . . somewhere your fingertips remain complete . . . . . .
.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . and it's your face I'm looking for . . . . . . . .
.
. . . . on every street
(håper vi kan sample sax/klarinett-mellomspillet fra dire straits direkte
mellom
her, og senke den 1-2 oktaver (strekke den). kanskje med noe ekstra lyd også.
3. vers:
a three-cord symphony crashes into space . . . . . . . . . . . . a moon is
hanging upside down . . . . . . . . . . . i don't know why it is ime still on
the case . . . . . . . . . . . . . it's a ravenous town . . . . . . . . . . .
. . .. . and you still refuse to be traced
seems to me such a waste . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and
every
victory has a taste that's bittersweet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . and it's your face ime looking for . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
.
. . . . . . on every street
Edward Lear A Book of Nonsense
There was a Young Person of Smyrna, Whose Grandmother threatened to
burn her; But she seized on the cat, And said, 'Granny, burn that! You
incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!' There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
Who had the most curious behaviour; For while he was able, He slept on
a table. That funny Old Man of Moldavia. There was an Old Man of
Peru, Who never knew what he should do; So he tore off his hair, And
behaved like a bear, That intrinsic Old Man of Peru. There was a
Young Lady whose eyes, Were unique as to colour and size; When she
opened them wide, People all turned aside, And started away in
surprise.
There was a Young Lady of Norway, Who casually sat on a doorway; When
the door squeezed her flat, She exclaimed, 'What of that?' This
courageous Young Lady of Norway.
There was an Old Man of Apulia, Whose conduct was very peculiar He fed
twenty sons, Upon nothing but buns, That whimsical Man of Apulia.
There was an Old Man of Cape Horn, Who wished he had never been born;
So he sat on a chair, Till he died of despair, That dolorous Man of
Cape Horn. There was an Old Person of Cromer, Who stood on one leg
to read Homer; When he found he grew stiff, He jumped over the cliff,
Which concluded that Person of Cromer.
There was an Old Man on some rocks, Who shut his wife up in a box;
When she said, 'Let me out!' He exclaimed, 'Without doubt, You will
pass all your life in that box.' There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger! He tore off his boots, And
subsisted on roots, That irascible Person of Bangor. There was an
Old Person of Anerley, Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly; He
rushed down the Strand With a pig in each hand, But returned in the
evening to Anerley There was an Old Person of Spain, Who hated all
trouble and pain; So he sat on a chair, With his feet in the air, That
umbrageous Old Person of Spain. There was an Old Man who said,
'Well! Will nobody answer this bell? I have pulled day and night, Till
my hair has grown white, But nobody answers this bell!'
There was an Old Person from Gretna, Who rushed down the crater of
Etna; When they said, 'Is it hot?' He replied, 'No, it's not!' That
mendacious Old Person of Gretna.
There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer;
When they said, 'Are you dumb?' She merely said, 'Hum!' That provoking
Young Lady of Parma. There was an old man of Hong Kong, Who never
did anything wrong; He lay on his back, With his head in a sack, That
innocuous old man of Hong Kong. There was a young person in green,
Who seldom was fit to be seen; She wore a long shawl, Over bonnet and
all, Which enveloped that person in green.
A R E P O
The Absolutely Abstemious Ass, who resided in a Barrell, and only
lived on Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.
The Rural Runcible Raven, who wore a White Wig and flew away with the
Carpet Broom. The Enthusiastic Elephant, who ferried himself across
the water with the Kitchen Poker and a New pair of Ear-rings. The
Perpendicular Purple Polly, who read the Newspaper and ate Parsnip Pie
with his Spectacles.
The Obsequious Ornamental Ostrich, who wore Boots to keep his feet
quite dry.
FINNEGANS WAKE - "SONG"
[1:1 15.14] The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium
hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and houhnhymn
songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool fiansees. Menn
have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the blond has sought of the
brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry
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---------- [1:1 28.17] sea or swooped through the blue like
Airwinger's bride. She was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet.
She can second a song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone
by. Fond of a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty
winks for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her
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---------- [1:2 41.31] only halfpast atsweeeep and after a brisk pause
at a pawnbroking establishment for the prothetic purpose of redeeming
the songster-s truly admirable false teeth and a prolonged visit to a
house of call at Cujas Place, fizz, the Old Sots' Hole in the parish
of Saint Cecily within the liberty of Ceolmore not a thousand or one
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---------- [1:3 56.5] bosom's inmost core, as pro tem locums,
timesported acorss the yawning (abyss), as once they were seasiders,
listening to the cockshyshooter's evensong evocation of the doomed but
always ventriloquent Agitator, (nonot more plangorpound the billows
o'er Thounawahallya Reef!) silkhouatted, a whallrhosmightiadd,
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---------- [1:4 93.29] soap. From dark Rasa Lane a sigh and a weep,
from Lesbia Looshe the beam in her eye, from lone Coogan Barry his
arrow of song, from Sean Kelly's anagrim a blush at the name, from I
am the Sullivan that trumpeting tramp, from Suffering Dufferin the Sit
of her Style, from Kathleen May Vernon her Mebbe
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---------- [1:5 110.24] About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or
kuur?) was in the offing and Premver a promise of a pril when, as
kischabrigies sang life's old sahatsong, an iceclad shiverer, merest
of bantlings observed a cold fowl behaviourising strangely on that
fatal midden or chip factory or comicalbottomed copsjute (dump for
short)
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---------- [1:6 126.5] The echo is where in the back of the wodes;
callhim forth! (Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of
Messrs Jhon Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per
storehundred on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes,
set by Jockit Mic Ereweak. He misunderstruck and aim
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---------- [1:6 129.8] tank it up, dank it up, tells the tailor to his
tout; entoutcas for a man, but bit a thimble for a maid; blimp, blump;
a dud letter, a sing a song a sylble; a byword, a sentence with
surcease; while stands his canyouseehim frails shall fall; was hatched
at Cellbridge but ejoculated abrood; as it gan in the biguinnengs so
wound up in
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---------- [1:6 135.35] older hearts then he'll resemble she; can be
built with glue and clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress; the
night express sings his story, the song of sparrownotes on his stave
of wires; he crawls with lice, he swarms with saggarts; is as quiet as
a
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---------- [1:6 138.2] by his ain fireside,wondering was it
hebrew set to himmeltones or the quicksilversong of qwaternions; his
troubles may be over but his doubles have still to come; the lobster
pot that crabbed our keel, the garden pet that spoiled our squeezed
peas; he stands
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---------- [1:6 171.15] early tum out badly, develop hereditary
pulmonary T.B., and do for himself one dandy time, nay, of a pelting
night blanketed creditors, hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden
Quay sighed and rolled over, sure all was up, but, though he fell
heavily and locally into debit, not even then could such an antinomian
be
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---------- [1:6 188.23] knot, debituary vases or vessels preposterous,
for what would not have cost you ten bolivars of collarwork or the
price of one ping pang, just a lilt, let us trillt, of the oldest song
in the wooed woodworld, (two-we! to-one!), accompanied by a plain gold
band! Hail! Hail! Highbosomheaving Missmisstress Morna of
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---------- [1:6 189.30] slackly shirking both your bullet and your
billet, you beat it backwards like Boulanger from Galway (but he
combed the grass against his stride) to sing us a song of alibi, (the
cuthone call over the greybounding slowrolling amplyheaving
metamorphoseous that oozy rocks parapangle their preposters with)
nomad, mooner
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---------- [1:7 202.30] Afrothdizzying galbs, her enamelled eyes
indergoading him on to the vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a why?
Mavro ! Letty Lerck's lafing light throw those laurals now on her
daphdaph teasesong petrock. Maass! But the majik wavus has elfun anon
meshes. And Simba the Slayer of his Oga is slewd. He cuddle not help
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---------- [1:7 203.13] fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a
cygnet's plume, she was licked by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while
poing her pee, pure and simple, on the spur of the hill in old
Kippure, in birdsong and shearingtime, but first of all, worst of all,
the wiggly livvly, she sideslipped out by a gap in the Devil's glen
while Sally her nurse
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---------- [2:8 219.6] a community prayer, everyone for himself, and
to conclude with as an exodus, we think it well to add, a chorale in
canon, good for us all for us all us all all. Songs betune the acts by
the ambiamphions of Annapolis, Joan MockComic, male soprano, and Jean
Souslevin, bass noble, respectively: O, Mester
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---------- [2:8 228.29] esercizism? So is richt. And it was so. And
Malthos Moramor resumed his soul. With: Go Ferchios off to Allad out
of this! An oldsteinsong. He threwed his fit up to his aers, rolled
his poligone eyes, snivelled from his snose and blew the guff out of
his hornypipe. The hopjoimt jerk
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---------- [2:8 233.10] mayhope till Rose Easter or Saint Tibble's
Day. So Niomon knows. The Fomor's in his Fin, the Momor's her and hin.
A paaralone ! A paaralone ! And Dublin's all adin. We'll sing a song
of Singlemonth and you'll too and you'll. Here are notes. There's the
key. One two three. Chours ! So come on, ye wealthy gentrymen
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---------- [2:8 235.29] mything smile of me, my wholesole assumption,
shes nowt mewithout as weam twin herewithin, that I love like
myselfish, like smithereens robinsongs, like juneses nutslost, like
the blue of the sky if I stoop for to spy's between my
whiteyoumightcallimbs. How their duel makes their triel! Eer's wax for
Sur Soord,
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---------- [2:8 241.7] cabins and peace to the tents of Ceder,
Neomenie! The feast of Tubbournigglers is at hand. Shopshup. Inisfail!
Timple temple tells the bells. In syngagyng a sangasongue. For all in
Ondslosby. And, the hag they damename Coverfew hists from her lane.
And haste, 'tis time for bairns ta hame. Chickchilds, comeho to
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---------- [2:8 248.11] For all of these have been thisworlders, time
liquescing into state, pitiless age grows angelhood. Though, as he
stehs, most anysing may befallhim from a song of a witch to the totter
of Blackarss, given a fammished devil, a young sourceress and (eternal
conjunction) the permission of overalls with the cuperation of
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---------- [2:8 248.36] Rohan meets N. Ohlan for the prize of a thou.
But listen to the mocking birde to micking barde making bared ! We've
heard it aye since songdom was gemurrmal. As he was
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---------- [2:9 271.24] jackhouse that jerry built for Massa and
Missus and hijo de puta, the sparksown fermament of the starryk
fieldgosongingon where blows a nemone at each blink of windstill 4
they were sliding along and sleeting aloof and
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---------- [2:9 273.19] out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) long
'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana 6 with
dawnsong hail. Aught darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There
peepeestrilling. At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam
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---------- [2:9 291.18] surely doomed, to Swift's, alas, the galehus!
Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the boudeville song,
Gorotsky Gollovar's Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in the
smukking precincts of lydias,2 with Mary
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---------- [2:10 333.14] Of this Mr A (tillalaric) and these wasch
woman (dapplehued), fhronehflord and feeofeeds, who had insue keen and
able and a spindlesong aside, nothing more is told until now, his
awebrume hour, her sere Sahara of sad oakleaves. And then. Be old. The
next thing is. We are once amore as babes awondering
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---------- [2:10 341.5] his cue and a tyr in his eye and a bond of his
back and a croak in his cry as did jolly well harm lean o'er him) Is
not athug who would. Weepon, weeponder, song of sorrowmon ! Which
goatheye and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman!
Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!
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---------- [2:10 348.11] jisty and pithy af durck rosolun, with hand
to hand as Homard Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his
wendowed courage when our woos with the wenches went wined for a song,
tsingirillies' zyngarettes, while Woodbine Willie, so popiular with
the poppyrossies, our Chorney Choplain, blued the air.
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---------- [2:10 356.32] Attention! Stand at! ! Ease! ! ! We are now
diffusing among our lovers of this sequence (to you! to you!) the
dewfolded song of the naughtingels (Alys! Alysaloe!) from their
sheltered positions, in rosescenery haydyng, on the heather side of
waldalure, Mount Saint John's,
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---------- [2:10 357.14] the clinkars of our nocturnefield, night's
sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail
to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish
(in the underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the Nut, in
the Nutsky) till thorush! Secret Hookup.
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---------- [2:10 377.24] dynasty, King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of
the leathered leggions, now of parts unknown, (God guard his generous
comicsongbook soul !) that put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot
before he took to his pallyass with the weeping eczema for better and
worse until he went under the grass quilt on us,
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---------- [2:11 380.15] Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!
Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans. The winging
ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercallzie.
All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold
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---------- [2:11 387.24] floor but still they parted, raining water
laughing, per Nupiter Privius, only terpary, on the best of terms and
be forgot, whilk was plainly foretolk by their old pilgrim cocklesong
or they were singing through the wettest indies As I was going to
Burrymecarott we fell in with a lout by the name of Peebles as also in
another place by
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---------- [2:11 388.27] wrong, when he attempted to (well, he was
shocking poor in his health, he said, with the shingles falling off
him), because he (ah, well now, peaces pea to Wedmore and let not the
song go dumb upon your Ire, as we say in the Spasms of Davies, and we
won't be too hard on him as an old Manx presbyterian) and after
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---------- [3:12 399.7] alongside of Dr Tarpey's and I dorsay the
reverend Mr Mac Dougall's, but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart
tinckler's dunkey. Yet methought Shaun (holy messonger angels be
uninterruptedly nudging him among and along the winding ways of random
ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the
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---------- [3:12 406.7] was with my extravert davy. Like glue. Be
through. Moyhard's daynoight, tomthumb. Phwum! -- How mielodorous is
thy bel chant, O songbird, and how exqueezit thine after draught!
Buccinate in Emenia tuba insigni volumnitatis tuae. But do you mean, O
phausdheen phewn, from
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---------- [3:12 408.14] care of one of Mooseyeare Goonness's
registered andouterthus barrels. Quick take um whiffat andrainit. Now!
-- So vi et! we responded. Song! Shaun, song! Have mood! Hold forth !
-- I apologuise, Shaun began, but I would rather spinooze
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---------- [3:12 413.6] Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind.
Your feats end enormous, your volumes immense, (May the Graces I hoped
for sing your Ondtship song sense!), Your genus its worldwide, your
spacest sublime! But, Holy Saltmartin, why can't you beat time?
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---------- [3:13 427.17] diamond back. Make a strong point of never
kicking up your rumpus over the scroll end of sofas in the Dar Bey
Coll Cafeteria by tootling risky apropos songs at commercial
travellers' smokers for their Columbian nights entertainments the like
of White limbs they never stop teasing or Minxy was a Manxmaid when
Murry
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---------- [3:13 436.25] go a long way towards breaking his outsider's
face for him for making up to you with his bringthee balm of Gaylad
and his singthee songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward's head into
sanctuary before feeling with his two dimensions for your nuptial
dito. Ohibow, if I was Blonderboss I'd
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---------- [3:13 444.19] all Adelaide's naughtingerls juckjucking
benighth me, I'd gamut my twittynice Dorian blackbudds chthonic
solphia off my singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on numberous
fairyaciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes
see, I double give, till the spinney all eclosed asong with them.
Isn't
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---------- [3:13 444.21] singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on
numberous fairyaciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up
there, yes see, I double give, till the spinney all eclosed asong with
them. Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give ! I
may have no mind to laoldanage the forte bits like the pianage but you
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---------- [3:13 451.29] Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from
her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grapbed her male
corrispondee to flusther sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I
know, benjamin brother, but listen, I want, girls palmassing, to
whisper my whish. (She like them like us, me and you, had thoud he
n'er it would haltin so
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---------- [3:13 454.21] your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday,
precious, while m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's
Messongebook I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass
stream (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the
libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the
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---------- [3:13 456.3] eucherised to yous. Also sacr‚ pŠre and maŒtre
d'autel. Well, ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general, let us,
brindising brandisong, woo and win womenlong with health to rich
vineyards, Erin go Dry! Amingst the living waters of, the living in
giving waters of. Tight ! Loose ! A stiff one for Staffetta mullified
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---------- [3:13 466.9] walk our groves so charming and see again the
sweet rockelose where first you hymned O Ciesa Mea! and touch the
light theorbo! Songster, angler, choreographer! Piper to prisoned!
Musicianship made Embrassador-at-Large ! Good by nature and natural by
design, had you but been spared to us, Hauneen lad,
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---------- [3:14 479.31] -- Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellman's
lingas. Nicey Doc Mistel Lu, please! Me no pigey ludiments all same
numpa one Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong
anothel time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam
belongame shepullamealahmalong, begolla, Jackinaboss
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---------- [3:14 504.33] -- Well, naturally he was, louties also
genderymen. Being Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the
wave for songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No puseyporcious
either, invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest, Mr
Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau,
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---------- [3:14 537.9] widelysigned petitions full of pieces of
pottery about my monumentalness as a thingabolls and I have been
inchanting causeries to the feshest cheoilboys so that they are
allcalling on me for the song of a birtch: the more secretely bi
built, the more openly palastered. Attent! Couch hear! I have becket
my vonderbilt hutch
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---------- [3:14 564.3] Mine name's Apnorval and o'er the Grandbeyond
Mountains. Bravossimost ! The royal nusick their show shall shut with
songslide to nature's solemn silence. Deep Dalchi Dolando! Might
gentle harp addurge! It will give piketurns on the tummlipplads and
forain dances and crosshurdles and dollmanovers and
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---------- [3:14 565.11] meet me at the pine. Yes, they shall have
brought us to the water trysting, by hedjes of maiden ferm. then here
in another place is their chapelofeases, sold for song, of which you
have thought my praise too much my price. O ma ma! Yes, sad one of
Ziod? Sell me, my soul dear! Ah, my sorrowful, his cloister dreeping
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---------- [4:15 587.4] and the quick quoke. But life wends and the
dombs spake! Whake? Hill of Hafid, knock and knock, nachasach, gives
relief to the langscape as he strauches his lamusong untoupon gazelle
channel and the bride of the Bryne, shin high shake, is dotter than
evar for a damse wed her farther. Lambel on the up! We
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---------- [4:15 609.32] Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent
other clerical fands allieged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb
tyke and he'd wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest
song in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the
first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married
"INFORMAT" [1:3 61.3] scenities, una mona. Sylvia Silence, the girl
detective (Meminerva, but by now one hears turtlings all over
Doveland!) when supplied with informations as to the several facets of
the case in her cozydozy bachelure's flat, quite overlooking John
a'Dream's mews, leaned back in her really truly easy chair to query
restfully through
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---------- [2:8 242.32] luked your johl, here's dapplebellied mugs and
troublebedded rooms and sawdust strown in expectoration and for
ratification by specification of your information, Mr Knight,
tuntapster, buttles; his alefru's up to his hip. And Watsy Lyke sees
after all rinsings and don't omiss Kate, homeswab homely, put in with
the bricks.
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---------- [2:10 353.31] when inthrusted into safe and pious hands
upon so edifying a mission as it, I can see, as is his. It his
ambullished with expurgative plates, replete in information and
accampaigning the action passiom, slopbang, whizzcrash, boomarattling
from burst to past, as I have just been seeing, with my warmest
venerections,
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---------- [3:13 437.6] giving the brotherkeeper into custody to the
first police bubby cunstabless of Dora's Diehards in the field I might
chance to follopon. Or for that matter, for your information, if I get
the wind up what do you bet in the buckets of my wrath I mightn't even
take it into my progromme, as sweet course, to do a rash act
[3:12 412.14] I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper,
weeping, For their sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping.
Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie where's sweet And be sure
Vespatilla fines fat ones to heat. As I once played the piper I must
now pay the count
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---------- [4:15 602.14] the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on
the Eurasian Generalissimo. Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is
thus then paridicynical? Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus
!
"PALIN" [2:10 371.7] when the curds on the table. A nigg for a nogg
and a thrate for a throte. The auditor learns. Still pumping on
Torkenwhite Radlumps, Lencs. In preplays to Anonymay's left hinted
palinode obviously inspiterebbed by a sibspecious connexion. Note the
notes of admiration! See the signs of suspicion! Count the
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---------- [3:13 466.23] all, you of the boots, true as adie,
stepwalker, pennyatimer, lampaddyfair, postanulengro, our
rommanychiel! Thy now paling light lucerne we ne'er may see again. But
could it speak how nicely would it splutter to the four cantons
praises be to thee, our pattern sent! For you had -- may I, in our,
your and their
"209" For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a
barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of cockaleekie
soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pender's acid nephew delto‹d
drops, curiously strong; a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for
poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins
and blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn
Mmarriage; a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a
papar flag of the saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff
for Pudge Craig and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby;
waterleg and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a
prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of
Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from
Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen; a
seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a louse and
trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie; a hairclip
and clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V.
Brooke; a drowned doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Anne
Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse's bed; Wildairs' breechettes for
Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step;
snakes in clover, picked and scotched, and a vaticanned viper
catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys; a reiz every morning for Standfast
Dick and a drop every minute for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for
beatified Biddy; two appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara
Philpot a jordan vale tearorne; a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for
Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a
whippingtop for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane
a penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the
Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg with a
morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper and
Deane; for Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two mangolds noble to
sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound a way in his frey; for Seumas,
thought little, a crown he feels big; a tibertine's pile with a
Congoswood cross on the back for Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare
me days for Brian-the Bravo; penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of
lust for Olona Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla,
Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow; for Nancy Shannon a
Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling douche and a
warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher; a hairpin
slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best with
her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty Bellezza; a bag of
the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for Taff de Taff; Jill,
the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy; a Rogerson Crusoe's
Friday fast for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein; three hundred and
sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in the weaver's woof for Victor
Hugonot; a stiff steaded rake and good varians muck for Kate the
Cleaner; a hole in the ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for
J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten on the pop for the daulphins born with
five spoiled squibs for Infanta; a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi
beyond by the ashpit; the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to
Livienbad for Felim the Ferry; spas and speranza and symposium's syrup
for decayed and blind and gouty Gough; a change of naves and joys of
ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence; a guillotine shirt
for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for Brennan on the Moor;
an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for Great Tropical
Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the month,
including the sword and stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal
with hide for Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe
Vance; all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum
for Billy Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow me,for Ida
Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for Who-issilvier --
Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash.
KABBALAH
Kether Unity Chokhmah Unconditioned Creativity Binah Possibility of
Boundaries Chesed Conditioned Creativity Gevurah Response to
Boundaries Tipheret Self-Consciousness Netzach Response to
Creativity Hod Appreciation of Boundaries Yesod Ego Malkuth
Diversity
EGYPTISK DØDEBOK
Who is this?
"It is Ra, when at the beginning he rose in the city of Hensu, crowned
like a king for his coronation. The Pillars of the god Shu were not as
yet created, when he was upon the steps of him that dwelleth in
Khemenu. "I am the Great God who created himself, even Nu, who made
his names to become the Company of the Gods as gods."
Who is this?
"It is Ra, the creator of the names of his limbs, which came into
being in the form of the gods who are in the train of Ra. "I am he who
cannot be repulsed among the gods."
Who is this?
"It is Temu, the dweller in his disk, but others say that it is Ra
when he riseth in the eastern horizon of the sky. "I am Yesterday, I
know To-day."
Who is this?
"Yesterday is Osiris, and To-day is Ra, when he shall destroy the
enemies of Neb-er-tcher (the lord to the uttermost limit), and when he
shall establish as prince and ruler his son Horus. "Others, however,
say that To-day is Ra, on the day when we commemorate the festival of
the meeting of the dead Osiris with his father Ra, and when the battle
of the gods was fought, in which Osiris, the Lord of Amentet, was the
leader."
What is this?
"It is Amentet, [that is to say] the creation ofthe souls of the gods
when Osiris was leader in Set-Amentet. "Others, however, say that it
is the Amentet which Ra hath given unto me; when any god cometh he
must rise up and fight for it. "I know the god who dwelleth therein."
Who is this?
"It is Osiris. Others, however, say that his name is Ra, and that the
god who dwelleth in Amentet is the phallus of Ra, wherewith he had
union with himself. "I am the Benu bird which is in Anu. I am the
keeper of the volume of the book (the Tablet of Destiny) of the things
which have been made, and of the things which shall be made."
Who is this?
"It is Osiris. "Others, however, say that it is the dead body of
Osiris, and yet others say that it is the excrement of Osiris. The
things which have been made, and the things which shall be made [refer
to] the dead body of Osiris. Others again say that the things which
have been made are Eternity, and the things which shall be made are
Everlastingness, and that Eternity is the Day, and Everlastingness the
Night. "I am the god Menu in his coming forth; may his two plumes be
set on my head for me."
Who is this?
"Menu is Horis, the Advocate of his father [Osiris], and his coming
forth means his birth. The two plumes on his head are Isis and
Nephthys, when these goddesses go forth and set themselves thereon,
and when they act as his protectors, and when they provide that which
his head lacketh. "Others, however, say that the two plumes are the
two exceedingly large uraei which are upon the head of their father
Tem, and there are yet others who say that the two plumes which are
upon the head of Menu are his two eyes. "The Osiris the scribe Ani,
whose word is true, the registrar of all the offerings which are made
to the gods, riseth up and cometh into his city."
What is this [city]?
"It is the horizon of his father Tem. "I have made an end of my
shortcomings, and I have put away my faults."
What is this?
"It is the cutting of the navel string of the body of the Osiris the
scribe Ani, whose word is true before all the gods, and all his faults
are driven out.
What is this ?
"It is the purification [of Osiris] on the day of his birth. "I am
purified in my great double nest which is in Hensu on the day of the
offerings of the followers of the Great God who dwelleth therein."
What is the "great double nest"?
"The name of one nest is 'Millions of years,' and 'Great Green [Sea]'
is the name of the other, that is to say 'Lake of Natron' and 'Lake of
Salt.' "Others, however, say the name of the one is 'Guide of Millions
of Years,' and that 'Great Green Lake' is name of the other. Yet
others say that 'Begetter of Millions of Years' is the name of one,
and 'Great Green Lake' is the name of the other. Now, as concerning
the Great God who dwelleth therein, it is Ra himself. "I pass over the
way, I know the head of the Island of Maati."
What is this?
"It is Ra-stau, that is to say, it is the gate to the South of
Nerutef, and it is the Northern Gate of the Domain (Tomb of the god).
"Now, as concerning the Island of Maati, it is Abtu. "Others, however,
say that it is the way by which Father Tem travelleth when he goeth
forth to Sekhet-Aaru, [the place] which produceth the food and
sustenance of the gods who are [in] their shrines. "Now the Gate
Tchesert is the Gate of the Pillars of Shu, that is to say, the
Northern Gate of the Tuat. "Others, however, say that the Gate of
Tchesert is the two leaves of the door through which the god Tem
passeth when he goeth forth to the eastern horizon of the sky. "O ye
gods who are in the presence [of Osiris], grant to me your arms, for I
am the god who shall come into being among you."
Who are these gods?
"They are the drops of blood which came forth from the phallus of Ra
when he went forth to perform his own mutilitation. These drops of
blood sprang into being under the forms of the gods Hu and Sa, who are
in the bodyguard of Ra, and who accompany the god Tem daily and every
day. "I, Osiris the scribe Ani, whose word is truth, have filled for
thee the utchat (the Eye of Ra, or of Horus), when it had suffered
extinction on the day of the combat of the Two Fighters (Horus and
Set)."
What was this combat?
It was the combat which took place on the day when Horus fought with
Set, during which Set threw filth in the face of Horus, and Horus
crushed the genitals of Set. The filling of the utchat Thoth performed
with his own fingers. "I remove the thunder-cloud from the sky when
there is a storm with thunder and lightning therein."
What is this?
"This storm was the raging of Ra at the thunder-cloud which [Set] sent
forth against the Right Eye of Ra (the Sun). Thoth removed the
thunder- cloud from the Eye of Ra, and brought back the Eye living,
healthy, sound, and with no defect in it to its owner. "Others,
however, say that the thunder-cloud is caused by sickness in the Eye
of Ra, which weepeth for its companion Eye (the Moon); at this time
Thoth cleanseth the Right Eye of Ra. "I behold Ra who was born
yesterday from the thighs of the goddess Mehurt; his strength is my
strength, and my strength is his strength."
Who is this?
"Mehurt is the great Celestial Water, but others say that Mehurt is
the image of the Eye of Ra at dawn at his birth daily. "[Others,
however, say that] Mehurt is the utchat of Ra. "Now Osiris the scribe
Ani, whose word is truth, is a very great one among the gods who are
in the following of Horus; they say that he is the prince who loveth
his lord."
Who are the gods who are in the train of Horus?
"[They are] Kesta, Hapi, Taumutef, and Qebhsenuf. "Homage to you, O ye
lords of right and truth, ye sovereign princes (Tchatcha) who [stand]
round about Osiris, who do away utterly sins and offences, and who are
in the following of the goddess Hetepsekhus, grant ye that I may come
unto you. Destroy ye all the faults which are within me, even as ye
did for the Seven Spirits who are among the followers of their lord
Sepa. Anpu (Anubis) appointed to them their places on the day [when he
said unto them], "Come ye hither."
Who are the "lords of right and truth"?
"The lords of right and truth are Thoth and Astes, the Lord of
Amentet. "The Tchatcha round about Osiris are Kesta, Hapi, Tuamutef,
and Qebhsenuf, and they are also round about the Constellation of the
Thigh (the Great Bear), in the northern sky. "Those who do away
utterly sins and offences, and who are in the following of the goddess
Hetepsekhus, are the god Sebek and his associates who dwell in the
water. "The goddess Hetepsekhus is the Eye of Ra. "Others, however,
say that it is the flame which accompanieth Osiris to burn up the
souls of his enemies. "As concerning all the faults which are in
Osiris, the registrar of the offerings which are made unto all the
gods, Ani, whose word is truth, [these are all the offences which he
hath committed against the Lords of Eternity] since he came forth from
his mother's womb. "As concerning the Seven Spirits who are Kesta,
Hapi, Tuamutef, Qebhsenuf, Maa-atef, Kheribeqef and
Heru-khenti-en-ariti, these did Anubis appoint to be protectors of the
dead body of Osiris. "Others, however, say that he set them round
about the holy place of Osiris. "Others say that the Seven Spirits
[which were appointed by Anubis] were Netcheh-netcheh, Aatqetqet,
Nertanef-besef-khenti-hehf, Aq-her-ami- unnut-f,
Tesher-ariti-ami-Het-anes, Ubes-her-per-em-khetkhet, and Maaem-
kerh-annef-em-hru. "The chief of the Tchatcha (sovereign princes) who
is in Naarutef is Horus, the Advocate of his father. "As concerning
the day wherein [Anubis said to the Seven Spirits], 'Come ye hither,'
[the allusion here] is to the words 'Come ye hither,' which Ra spake
unto Osiris."
Verily may these same words be said unto me in Amentet.
"I am the Divine Soul which dwelleth in the Divine Twin-gods."
Who is this Divine Soul?
"It is Osiris. [When] he goeth into Tetu, and findeth there the Soul
of Ra, the one god embraceth the other, and two Divine Souls spring
into being within the Divine Twin-gods."
APPENDIX
(From the Papyrus of Nebseni, Brit. Mus. No. 9900, Sheet 14, ll.
16ff.)
"As concerning the Divine Twin-gods they are Heru-netch-her-tefef and
Heru-khent-en-Ariti (Horus the Advocate of his father [Osiris], and
Horus the sightless). "Others say that the double Divine Soul which
dwelleth in the Divine Twin-gods is the Soul of Ra and the Soul of
Osiris, and yet others say that it is the Soul which dwelleth in Shu,
and the Sould which dwelleth in Tefnut, and that these two Souls form
the double Divine Soul which dwelleth in Tetu. "I am the Cat which
fought near the Persea Tree in Anu on the night when the foes of
Neb-er-tcher were destroyed."
Who is this Cat?